The Killing Guilt

[loripo]

My daughter moved to West Wales earlier this year and she says apart from what visits her garden all other creatures she sees are as roadkill, fox, rabbit, hedgehog, pheasant etc. She wants a sticker for her car saying 'I stop for Wldlife' but I did point out to her that they probably couldnt read it
She has seen kites and dolphins tho, which I'm hoping to see soon too.

[ChrisR]

Originally Posted by loripo

She has seen kites and dolphins tho, which I'm hoping to see soon too.

Kites are pretty common along the M4 corridor these days - it's only a matter of time before they are regular visitors to London too ... though I think the Dolphins might be harder to see there

[Rob_D]

I managed to tread on one of the frogs that live in my garden a few months ago - it was dark and raining heavily. I trod on his legs - he somehow crawled away still alive, but I presume he'd not recover from that

I'm now more careful as they like to sit on the path in those conditions, but I still feel bad about it.

[loripo]

Thought for a Sunshiny Morning (or even a Grizzly afternoon)

It costs me never a stab nor squirm
To tread by chance upon a worm.
"Aha, my little dear," I say,
"Your clan will pay me back one day." Dorothy Parker

[rangersarah2]

I hate the crunch from the snails.

I found a dried bat in the spare room which must've flown in and not been able to get out again. Also found a dry frog that the cats had brought in. Assume it was alive when they brought it in, but it was in a warm room.... and I hate housework....

My worst though is realising that there are millions of baby toads around me, and that I must have trodden on a few to get there. I once refused to move until someone had cleared the way.

Is there any way to cheer this conversation up?

[Meta menardi]

Originally Posted by rangersarah2

I hate the crunch from the snails.

I found a dried bat in the spare room which must've flown in and not been able to get out again. Also found a dry frog that the cats had brought in. Assume it was alive when they brought it in, but it was in a warm room.... and I hate housework....

My worst though is realising that there are millions of baby toads around me, and that I must have trodden on a few to get there. I once refused to move until someone had cleared the way.

Is there any way to cheer this conversation up?

Get some of the plastic bubble wrap and pop it. Sounds like fly pupae being crushed.

Best I can do.

[Gaina]

Originally Posted by rangersarah2

Is there any way to cheer this conversation up?

I made a very cool discovery a while ago that helps me save the life of flies (not a popular thing in this house but what the heck, it's my karma!):

If you find a fly teetering around on the floor, looking like it's on it's last legs put a drop of water right in front of it's face and watch it suck the water up - it's quite amazing to see the little critters snap back into life!

A very nerdy thing to do and of no value to the bigger picture whatsoever, but it gives me great satisfaction.

[rangersarah2]

Originally Posted by Meta menardi

Get some of the plastic bubble wrap and pop it. Sounds like fly pupae being crushed.

Best I can do.

HEY! It worked.

[Jason Green]

Well done, Gaina.

[ChrisJB]

What an intriguing thread, but (gulp) here goes. I hate doing it, but if I am in the house alone, big house spiders must be dispatched (with something long, like the mop because I'm too scared to go near them - the walls of our house are full of dirty mop marks). With my car I have taken out a grey squirrel and (worst of all) a stoat in recent years.
There is also a childhood incident with a nestful of house martin chicks that is just too much to elaborate on and haunts me to this day.

Regards, Chris